Ideas of you are circling roundsilence is not the only sound, and permission to not be profoundengulfs me like a flame. I don't know I, I don't know you.Panic here: then what to do? I do not know. Just being with this, This tasting of immortal kiss.

Bringing me back here and now - the sounds and sense of mortal mindthat's cracking in remembering thine, and knowing mine's your name. This Brooking babbles on and on -a liquid rant, a gurgling song. A never-ending flowing forcethat shows her name's true meaning:Source.

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